Sunday 25 April 2010

Cherub

Love kicks off like a drunkard in a bar
full to bursting with sweet sticky juice
limbs flailing wild not caring
who he captures in his 
random thrashing noose

but capable of a moment's clarity
when seeing us in noncommittal chat
he tucks his chin into his baby fat
and smashes a hectic cherub's head
into unsuspecting flesh.

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